An extract from a book i'll never write | Poetry |

99: FALLING

I fell for you just like snow during a harsh winters night, yet I fell so quietly that you never even heard me. Gliding down through heavy clouds I danced as the ground became closer to me. I could see all the houses below me, lit up like oversized Christmas trees. Yet when it came to land the wind swept me beneath its arms and carried me away.

Then it released me from its clutches somewhere in a small village with laughing faces dancing in a garden of a familiar home.

They are happy I realise, a happiness that is rare. Then I see you, you're wrapped up in their coats, layer upon layer they protect your fragile bones from violent weather.

I fall towards you with delicacy and care, like someone walking towards a wild animal trying to not scare it or to come across as violent and a danger to the creature.

But how could I not fall for someone like you? A perfection that I can't reach. A sweetness that is neverending. A kindness that overwhelms hatred.

A love that warms the coldest of winters.